“It seems, uh, too morbid. His parents are innocent in this situation; I would just feel so bad.”
“Don’t. I guarantee you, this is the safest solution. If we don’t do anything than yes, they’ll find us, see us on the street or something and murder us without hesitation. If we get to his parents house first, well, we have control of him and his entire crew.”
“Maybe we should just move and find a new location.” she suggested, not liking my solution.
“We just moved here, we can’t just let these freaks drive us out of town. We came here to escape, not run. Let’s at least find out if it is really him who lives at this location.”
“Okay.” she replied, and she helped me limp home. My shirt was ripped, and I could feel my face starting to swell. My ribs were piercing with sharp pains in every breath. We made it home and I must inform you, there was no passionate moment like I had anticipated.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Trying to Escape
This is an early scene within my story. John has stolen a couple of his dads perscription pain killers in an attempt to blunt his feelings of regret after he cheated on his girlfriend Stacy;
I lied there, letting the music take me away while staring at the ceiling. I became instantly submersed into the music. My mind buzzed, my body felt numb, and something inside of me took over with a pleasant grasp, tearing away every last bit of negativity from my mind and filling the void with calmness. It was a euphoric moment. I didn’t want to move, so I just lied there, feeling a rush throughout my entire body. It was like I had just entered into the heavens, and I then realised that this was the feeling my dad had been addicted to.
It was so pleasant, it felt so pure, and the best part of it was that I no longer felt bad about anything that had happened. This euphoric rush took control, taking me into the music to a new dimension, showing me that there exists a universe of purity. All it takes is a small chemical rush of a pharmaceutical drug to experience it. It was getting stronger every second, pulling me away from reality, pulling me into an abyss. I was unable to experience truth, and in a flash I seen her face. It was Stacy but I was unable to experience her in the full form.
She was in my room I realised. She had to have been, maybe seeing if I was okay? Did she know I was intoxicated on drugs? I didn’t care, she was so beautiful.
I screamed, “I love you! I do I do, I love you!” but the look on her face told me she was unimpressed. She must have known. I knew I should have felt terrible at this moment; but I couldn’t.
I lied there, letting the music take me away while staring at the ceiling. I became instantly submersed into the music. My mind buzzed, my body felt numb, and something inside of me took over with a pleasant grasp, tearing away every last bit of negativity from my mind and filling the void with calmness. It was a euphoric moment. I didn’t want to move, so I just lied there, feeling a rush throughout my entire body. It was like I had just entered into the heavens, and I then realised that this was the feeling my dad had been addicted to.
It was so pleasant, it felt so pure, and the best part of it was that I no longer felt bad about anything that had happened. This euphoric rush took control, taking me into the music to a new dimension, showing me that there exists a universe of purity. All it takes is a small chemical rush of a pharmaceutical drug to experience it. It was getting stronger every second, pulling me away from reality, pulling me into an abyss. I was unable to experience truth, and in a flash I seen her face. It was Stacy but I was unable to experience her in the full form.
She was in my room I realised. She had to have been, maybe seeing if I was okay? Did she know I was intoxicated on drugs? I didn’t care, she was so beautiful.
I screamed, “I love you! I do I do, I love you!” but the look on her face told me she was unimpressed. She must have known. I knew I should have felt terrible at this moment; but I couldn’t.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Confronted by Death
In this scene John and Jessica are making their way home with anticipation for a moment of passion. Before they make it to the safe confines of their home they are confronted with a past enemy and troubles arise;
A pit of excitement grew in my stomach and I grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowed. We made it outside in the crisp air and walked quickly, anticipating the moments we were planning to share in our apartment bedroom alone.
“There you are, you little fucker.” said a voice from the alley. One of the thugs that harassed us was back, holding a look of confidence, ready for a fight. The street we were on was dead - it was more of a back road shortcut to our apartment complex, so we were faced with him alone. He reached behind his back in the back of his pants and pulled out a handgun. It looked like it was probably a nine millimetre, but either way, this guy was here to kill me.
It was a terrifying moment, knowing that even if I managed to escape the incident alive that there’d still be the rest of this guy’s gang after me. It brought back the memory of Jason Copperfield, one of the first friends I’ve ever had and the moment I let him slip away. That image of the man running over the train tracks, my adrenaline causing me to outrun Jason, and the view of that bastard cutting him up into pieces while I ran away not doing anything like a pansy. I looked back to see the look of agony on his face, a look of helplessness while he was murdered infront of me - I wasn’t about to re-experience that moment. I would give myself up if that’s what I had to do to make sure that Jessica escaped unharmed.
A pit of excitement grew in my stomach and I grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowed. We made it outside in the crisp air and walked quickly, anticipating the moments we were planning to share in our apartment bedroom alone.
“There you are, you little fucker.” said a voice from the alley. One of the thugs that harassed us was back, holding a look of confidence, ready for a fight. The street we were on was dead - it was more of a back road shortcut to our apartment complex, so we were faced with him alone. He reached behind his back in the back of his pants and pulled out a handgun. It looked like it was probably a nine millimetre, but either way, this guy was here to kill me.
It was a terrifying moment, knowing that even if I managed to escape the incident alive that there’d still be the rest of this guy’s gang after me. It brought back the memory of Jason Copperfield, one of the first friends I’ve ever had and the moment I let him slip away. That image of the man running over the train tracks, my adrenaline causing me to outrun Jason, and the view of that bastard cutting him up into pieces while I ran away not doing anything like a pansy. I looked back to see the look of agony on his face, a look of helplessness while he was murdered infront of me - I wasn’t about to re-experience that moment. I would give myself up if that’s what I had to do to make sure that Jessica escaped unharmed.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
A Solution to More Troubles
This is a scene between John and Jessica when Jessica confesses to knowing more than she has led John to believe;
Jessica knew allot more about my friend than I did. She didn’t want to tell me something, something terrible and I thought about what had happened. “I have a thousand dollars in cash from that account.”
“The cash you left in my room? You were going to take me out and not even tell me where that money came from? You are out of your fucking mind; no one gives out money like that for nothing. Did that even cross your mind?”
“A little.” I replied, “But it was only taken out because I was mugged by some guy at gunpoint. He told me to withdrawal all of my money but it could only take out a thousand.”
“How’d you get it back?” She asked.
My mind wanted to say something different but, “I killed him.” I told her.
“What the fuck? I thought you wanted to not go to prison? This nightmare has been tormenting our freedom and you go out and create more complications? You’re lucky you didn’t get shot. What did you do with the body?”
“I left it. There’s no evidence of me.”
“You are going to create a public outrage. We need to find that body before someone else does.” She looked panicked, looking around in the room as if trying to find solutions. “You’re an idiot John, why did you do this?”
“Come on, we’ve killed before, it’s nothing new.” I tried to reason. “I can’t just let someone get away with stealing from me like that.”
“I guess, but I’m getting really scared. I came here to relax, avoid stress, and that’s all I’ve gotten. I just want all these problems to go away so I can relax in peace.”
“Well what should we do?” I asked, not really reacting to the situation how she had been.
“Let’s move. You already owe Chad your life; let’s get him to help us.” She suggested.
“Sure, what are you thinking?”
“New identities, new town, this can all become part of our past.”
Jessica knew allot more about my friend than I did. She didn’t want to tell me something, something terrible and I thought about what had happened. “I have a thousand dollars in cash from that account.”
“The cash you left in my room? You were going to take me out and not even tell me where that money came from? You are out of your fucking mind; no one gives out money like that for nothing. Did that even cross your mind?”
“A little.” I replied, “But it was only taken out because I was mugged by some guy at gunpoint. He told me to withdrawal all of my money but it could only take out a thousand.”
“How’d you get it back?” She asked.
My mind wanted to say something different but, “I killed him.” I told her.
“What the fuck? I thought you wanted to not go to prison? This nightmare has been tormenting our freedom and you go out and create more complications? You’re lucky you didn’t get shot. What did you do with the body?”
“I left it. There’s no evidence of me.”
“You are going to create a public outrage. We need to find that body before someone else does.” She looked panicked, looking around in the room as if trying to find solutions. “You’re an idiot John, why did you do this?”
“Come on, we’ve killed before, it’s nothing new.” I tried to reason. “I can’t just let someone get away with stealing from me like that.”
“I guess, but I’m getting really scared. I came here to relax, avoid stress, and that’s all I’ve gotten. I just want all these problems to go away so I can relax in peace.”
“Well what should we do?” I asked, not really reacting to the situation how she had been.
“Let’s move. You already owe Chad your life; let’s get him to help us.” She suggested.
“Sure, what are you thinking?”
“New identities, new town, this can all become part of our past.”
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Terrance is his Name
Here's a scene between John and Jessica, two complicated lovers. The scene talks about a salamander that Jessica owns, but Terrance is a real salamander which the story bases him on. Enjoy;
“I found him.” she replied, “his name’s Terrance.”
“Oh.”
“When I was driving through British Columbia, he was just chilling in some little creek next to a truck stop. I put him in my soda cup until I could buy him a proper habitat. Watch this.” she said as she grabbed a container full of little crickets. She tipped the container over top of the open aquarium until a few dropped free. They looked so innocent, scattering around in his cage. It was predator vs. prey - the crickets wandering the cage helplessly awaiting their inevitable ending.
“This is gruesome.” I replied.
“Yep.” She smiled, “But don’t you love it?”
I watched a cricket wandering the unknown territory. He walked on soft dirt that covered the entire bottom of the cage. There was a stone rock pool placed on the right of the cage, buried down in the soil to look like a swamp. It was almost like a miniature stone pool, filled with fake plants that covered about a third of the water. There was a half rock with an opening for a door. The entire thing was hollow, making a shelter or house for the thing. His short legs pushed him around the parameter of his home, searching for the invaders, his meal. He sat, quiet and still, like a cheetah would before pouncing upon a gazelle, the cricket, unexpectedly placing himself in a perfect position for death. A quick movement from the salamander and he was non-existent.
“Wasn’t that awesome.” she burst out.
“I found him.” she replied, “his name’s Terrance.”
“Oh.”
“When I was driving through British Columbia, he was just chilling in some little creek next to a truck stop. I put him in my soda cup until I could buy him a proper habitat. Watch this.” she said as she grabbed a container full of little crickets. She tipped the container over top of the open aquarium until a few dropped free. They looked so innocent, scattering around in his cage. It was predator vs. prey - the crickets wandering the cage helplessly awaiting their inevitable ending.
“This is gruesome.” I replied.
“Yep.” She smiled, “But don’t you love it?”
I watched a cricket wandering the unknown territory. He walked on soft dirt that covered the entire bottom of the cage. There was a stone rock pool placed on the right of the cage, buried down in the soil to look like a swamp. It was almost like a miniature stone pool, filled with fake plants that covered about a third of the water. There was a half rock with an opening for a door. The entire thing was hollow, making a shelter or house for the thing. His short legs pushed him around the parameter of his home, searching for the invaders, his meal. He sat, quiet and still, like a cheetah would before pouncing upon a gazelle, the cricket, unexpectedly placing himself in a perfect position for death. A quick movement from the salamander and he was non-existent.
“Wasn’t that awesome.” she burst out.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Blessed with Snow
It was a warmish winter day and the snow has been falling like crazy. My friend Blair and I decided to take advantage of the fresh snowfall and last couple days of holidays before the overwhelming state of school takes us over again for another semester. We aren’t professionals, but we enjoy it either way. We are broke college students who can’t afford to buy a lift tickets at ski resorts so we made do with what’s in town. Here we are again riding the ‘Mountain Bike Park’ in Red Deer with our snowboards. It was a gnarly day so enjoy the video I put together.
Monday, January 3, 2011
New Discovery
New Scene, Read and Enjoy;
It was all so much. Scott was having trouble trying to take it all in. “We have to find her.” he suggested, expecting that she was still alive.
“How would we do that?” asked Susan.
“Do you know anything she’s in? Like movies or magazines or what?”
Susan just rolled her eyes and thought about it. “Well.” she scratched her chin. “We could look her up. But how will watching a bunch of porn help us?”
“I want to at least know what she looks like, in case I see her or something.”
“I probably shouldn’t do this, but.” Susan started typing the names on a search, “Juicy Josie.” and she searched for pictures. The moderate safe search was on, so nothing too graphic came up, but her face was clear and exposed.
Scott gasped.
“What is it?”
“She she she.” he stuttered. “She went to school here. How old is she?”
She continued reading articles, and media about her, finding out that, “she’s twenty six!”
“This is one fucked up world.” suggested Scott.
Susan just nodded. “Is she still here? Let’s find her and see what happened?”
“She stopped showing up, probably fled whatever scene was going on.” Scott thought about her week presence here, she just stopped coming with no notice or anything. She didn’t return any phone calls. He just thought she moved with her family or something. She said she was seventeen.
“She can’t be that far, she must be alive. Will you help me look for her?” Scott asked.
“I’ll keep an eye out for her.”
It was all so much. Scott was having trouble trying to take it all in. “We have to find her.” he suggested, expecting that she was still alive.
“How would we do that?” asked Susan.
“Do you know anything she’s in? Like movies or magazines or what?”
Susan just rolled her eyes and thought about it. “Well.” she scratched her chin. “We could look her up. But how will watching a bunch of porn help us?”
“I want to at least know what she looks like, in case I see her or something.”
“I probably shouldn’t do this, but.” Susan started typing the names on a search, “Juicy Josie.” and she searched for pictures. The moderate safe search was on, so nothing too graphic came up, but her face was clear and exposed.
Scott gasped.
“What is it?”
“She she she.” he stuttered. “She went to school here. How old is she?”
She continued reading articles, and media about her, finding out that, “she’s twenty six!”
“This is one fucked up world.” suggested Scott.
Susan just nodded. “Is she still here? Let’s find her and see what happened?”
“She stopped showing up, probably fled whatever scene was going on.” Scott thought about her week presence here, she just stopped coming with no notice or anything. She didn’t return any phone calls. He just thought she moved with her family or something. She said she was seventeen.
“She can’t be that far, she must be alive. Will you help me look for her?” Scott asked.
“I’ll keep an eye out for her.”
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